The past two years of Lyssa's life have really sucked. Her sister was murdered and her parents don't really seem to care about her. What will happen when Lyssa finds out her sister is one of the undead?

People
wonder why I'm afraid of the dark, why I can't sleep without lights on, why I
can't go out at night. They wonder why needles scare the shit out of me while I
can face a knife as if it were a toy. I wonder why they like sticking needles
into themselves and if they know what lurks in the night. They call me crazy
but really it is they who are crazy.

The call of
the night is strong and they have all given in to it. They deserve their fates
if they can't see the truth. They deserve to die. All but Alyssa. I have to
warn her.

***

Lyssa
Ridgemont flipped through her sister's journal to the last entry. It was dated
the day before the murder. Lyssa had known that something was wrong but Emily
had never told her what it was. When Em died Lyssa had immediately hidden the
journal. "Em shouldn't be the town's gossip," Lyssa had told herself. On the
outside the girls had been completely different; Em had straight blonde hair,
blue eyes, and a natural tan while Lyssa had wavy red hair, reddish brown eyes,
and nearly transparent skin. They'd thought about the same things though.
They'd both loved the night, wondered about life on other planets, and read
fantasy novels.

Until two years ago when Em had
gotten scared. Em would sleep with the lights on and refused to go out after
dark. She'd even yelled at the fourteen year old Lyssa for being out past dark.
Lyssa had figured it was just a stage Em was going through but came home before
dark after that to make Em happy. Then a year ago Em had disappeared. They'd
found bloody scraps of her clothing but never a body. Now, Lyssa found herself
reading a journal proving her sister's insanity. Still, she couldn't believe it
was true. She wouldn't believe it. Lyssa stretched and went to the kitchen to
get a snack. Unlike her room the kitchen was dark. She always kept the lights
on in her room. It reminded her of Em.

Something grabbed her arm and she
let out a quiet squeak. She fought whatever it was but only succeeded in
hurting her arm. She finally went still. The only sound in the room was her
ragged breathing.

"Shut up!" Em snapped, "And turn a
light on." The lights suddenly came on. It was definitely Em even though she
did look a little pale. Her gaze shifted to the tall figure at her side.
Nydiadan was the cutest guy she'd seen in a long time. He had spiky light brown
hair and nearly black eyes. He was at least six feet tall and had well toned
muscles that showed through his tight shirt.

"Ny, go prepare our meals. I want
to speak to my sister." He left the room with the same cat like grace Lyssa had
always admired in guys.

"New boyfriend?" Lyssa asked
admiringly.

"Nope," Em said smugly.

"Why not?" Lyssa asked curiously.

"I like someone else. Besides, I'm not
his type."

"If you're not his type then who
is?" Lyssa asked surprised. She thought all guys liked blondes.

"You for one."

"Me?"

"Yep"

"You're kidding!"

"No- I read his mind. He thinks
you're hot."

"Em?"

"Yeah?"

"You're not quite human anymore are
you?"

"No," Em replied simply.

"Why are you here?" Lyssa asked
quietly.

"To kill Fred and Wilma."

"No, Em, you can't do that," Lyssa
protested.

"They've made our lives a living
hell. It's time to repay them."

"They're our parents!"

"We're nothing to them. They never
cared and they never will."

"But-"

"Go to sleep Alyssa." Lyssa found
herself walking back to her room and going to sleep as if someone else was
controlling her body.

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